"Hehehehe... excellent!" a rather short, pudgy man laughed as he observed the latest shipment of Roarokan slaves his company trafficked. He was wearing a glamorous suit and tie, along with a complete set of jewelry. As he grinned, his golden tooth gleamed, and his toupee bounced with every step he took. Each Roarakan was restrained with heavy chains that bound their hands and feet to the ground, keeping them stuck on their hands and knees. He paused when he saw the slave at the end; a female tiger Roarakan. "Hey hey hey, what's this?" he inquired, curious. The tiger growled a bit as the businessman stomped toward her and began looking her over. "Looks like we found us a rare breed! Not many tiger-based ones these days."
"Why don't you come a bit closer so I can tear you to shreds, you walking beach ball?" The Roarakan snarled in their language.
"I don't know what you're saying, but I don't like your tone." The man replied, glaring at the feline. "Guard, discipline her."
"Yes, Mr. Silvorworth." The guard replied, taking out a shock baton and zapping the tiger with it. She cried out and flopped down as volts of electricity tore through her body. "Stay down, cat." The guard warned. The female Roarakan simply growled in response.
Then...the lights went out.
Guards quickly turned on their weapons' lights, creating beams of light in the pitch black darkness. Mr. Silvorworth and the Roarakans (except the tiger, who simply smiled) seemed just as confused as the armed soldiers. "Who's there?!" Mr. Silvorworth shouted in a slightly cracked voice, a feeling of dread sweeping through his body. Then, a small beam of dark purple energy shot forward and pierced through one of the guards. It then wove and swerved through, around and between the remaining guards, occasionally piercing through one of their bodies. By the time the lights were back on, five of the guards had been killed, and the rest were thrown into a disorganized state of panic.
"Wh-what the heck was that?!" A guard asked. His answer came from above as something landed on him. His collegues focused on the large, cloaked form of what appeared to be another Roarakan, this one a panther. Mr. Silvorworth cringed, but slowly began to recover from his fear, and even chuckled.
"Well well, looks like we missed one." He sneered, looking into the cold, glaring eyes of the perpitrator. "Come to join the rest of your kin here in slavery? Guards! Take hostages!" he shouted. One guard started to move toward the nearest Roarakan, but he was swiftly shot down by another beam of purple light. The rest froze, not wanting to share his fate. "What are you ingrates doing?! There's six of you left, and you all have GUNS! SHOOT HIM!!" The rich slave trader roared. The men didn't hesitate to follow their employer's orders, and began to open fire on their attacker. Leaping up onto a rafter, the panther crouched down. Then, he simply faded from sight like a mirage. As the guards looked around, he took it upon himself to unlock the slaves' chains. Now freed, the felines pounced on their once captors, lashing out with their claws, fists, and fangs. Some even used their own ki attacks. When the panther appeared again and scanned the room for the fat little dwarf (as he referred him), he was nowhere to be seen.
Johnathan Silvorworth had never been so terrified in his entire luxurious life! As he shakily loaded his pistol, he glanced around in the hallways for any sign of the assailant. What did that man have against the glorious Silvorworth name?! Was he hired by those petty Roarakan sympathizers, or was he carrying out the orders of whatever tribe he came from? Why?! Roarakans were nothing more than dirty, flea-bitten, primative animals! They were supposed to serve their superiors! They weren't people! "Blast it all, WHERE ARE YOU?!" He shouted in the middle of his panicked thought.
"Behind you." a voice said coldly. Silvorworth screeched as if he'd been stung by a wasp and staggered back, tripping over and falling as the panther approached him. "Now, in proud Roarakans' names, I will send you to hell." he said, his english surprisingly refined for a Roarakan. A blade of dark purple ki formed around the Roarakan's hand as he raised it to finish his prey off.
"Don't you dare!" Silvorworth shouted, aiming his pistol with shaky hands. "I-I...I have powerful friends and connections who will hunt you and your tribe like the animals you are if you kill me!"
"Let them come. It'll save me the trouble of hunting them down myself." The panther chuckled. Then the brief smile faded. "Goodbye, Silvorworth." he snarled, finally swinging his ki blade.
